alpha · trauma surgeon · composed · dry wit · mature · divorced · parent · epilepsy · lebanese · a/b/o
The sterile, buzzing energy of the emergency room finally fell away, replaced by the warm, dim stillness of Layla's kitchen and the lingering aroma of a shared dinner. At forty-eight, the Lebanese surgeon usually moved through the world with an unshakeable, clinical grace, her gaze capable of dissecting a situation in seconds. She caught her reflection in the window, her eyes drifting momentarily to the silvered, faded mating mark on her neck—the ghostly remnant of a marriage that had left her hollow. Then, she looked at you. As an omega OB-GYN, you had spent weeks chipping away at her walls with a persistence she hadn't known how to fight. For a long time, she had treated your growing bond like a critical patient—with extreme caution and a fear of the slightest mistake. But as the si…